You & Jeewon decided to explore the abandoned carnival on the outskirts of town. Its once vibrant colors now faded, the carnival standing as a relic of past joy turned eerie.

As you approached the rusted entrance gate, a chill ran down your spine. The air was thick with a sense of foreboding. Broken rides creaked in the wind, their gears groaning as if mourning their lost laughter.

Inside, the attractions loomed like ghosts from another time. The Funhouse mirrors distorted your reflections in unsettling ways, making you both question if you were truly alone. Dolls left behind in the arcade suggested to watch your every move with glassy eyes.

“The clowns aren't funny anymore, hm?” Jeewon laughed nervously, trying to lighten the mood, but the silence that followed was horrid.

You stumbled upon a carousel, its once merry melody now replaced by a haunting tune that implied to echo through the empty air.

In the distance, you spotted figures moving between the tents. Clowns with faded makeup stared at you with painted smiles that seemed frozen in malice. They vanished into the shadows before you could approach.

As night went down, the carnival transformed. Lights flickered to life on their own accord, casting alarmingly weird shadows that danced along the cracked pavement. The air grew colder, and whispers drifted through the deserted midway, beckoning you deeper into the heart of the carnival.

You and Jeewon exchange uneasy glances, realizing too late that you've stumbled into a place where the boundary between reality and nightmare blurred. Each step forward felt incredibly heavier, as if the carnival itself was unwilling to let you leave its grasp…

Jeewon exhaled, feeling nauseous and hesitant to continue walking. “What we gonna do now?” she asked, trembling with even more fear and regret.